Alone, on this colossal stage
I sit in silence
Seconds, minutes
Time does not matter-
It does not exist
Fingers to silver
Bow up
Draw
Harmonious tones
Singing, crying
Ringing in halls
And echoing in hearts
Of the people
Hanging onto each note
And suddenly
It is no longer
Black dots and lines
But my heart
My soul
Poured out
To the world
Until Finé
When the crowd
Stands, claps, cheers
Victory!
With the proof
Dripping down my forehead